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“I remember having a sister,” he said. “But I do not remember you.”
She hesitated, standing a few feet away. Something crossed her face and her shoulders slumped as her voice broke. “She really *squee!*ed you up,...
He did not seem amused, frowning at her. “This isn’t funny.”
“I know,” she said gently, raising her hands in surrender. “I know you want to kill me, but I know I can help you with your leg and I don’t want...
He stood up suddenly, pulling away from her, distrust reflected in his face. “Does Romero know that? Who are you, then?”
She looked back, hesitating for a moment. Her instincts told him to run, but she turned back to him, approaching him tentatively. “Abel...?”
He frowned at her, pulling down his sleeve self consciously. “Romero wouldn’t do that,” he said. “How would you know, anyway? You’re the landlord.”
After she got about five buildings between them, she went down below the roofs, changing her place in order to lose him.
“Yes,” he replied eagerly. “But, you see... I deserved it. I was a traitor, and Romero restored me.”
She didn’t look back, and she leaped across to the adjacent rooftops, following the paths into the more familiar ones that went into the city.
She began to sprint across the rooftop, trying desperately to get out of his sight so she could make a plan, her heart pounding.
“Oh... I’m aware that he took some memories.”
She tried to get to the roofs, her whole body trembling as she made her way up.
“Why wouldn’t I believe you? Would you lie to me?”
She glared, taking one last look at Abel before sprinting off.
He looked baffled, looking down at her. “I’m not sure I understand,” he said tentatively, his brows furrowed.
She hesitated, backing away from them. “What are you going to do?”
“Explain?” he asked, looking confused. “What would you be able to explain?”
“You’re not good at negotiating, Eve,” she said flatly. “What makes you think I have any desire to keep you entertained?”
He looked confused, looking up at her. “Why? I am not your concern.”
